Heaven Civilization Salvation System

Chapter 43
After flipping through the test papers as a whole, Fang Zhe quickly picked up the ink grinder that was put aside. After grinding it, he took out the writing brush in the bookcase, and began to answer the questions in a hurry.

This time the exam is only for one day, and in two hours it will be noon, and the papers will be collected after four o'clock in the afternoon. At that time, it doesn't matter whether you finish or not, the papers will be collected uniformly.

The method of grading papers is also very different from that of the civilized era. Here, there is no manual grading, and the examiners will input the answers to all questions except the last question into the legalist book "Han Feizi" in advance.

Once the exam is over, the exam papers will be graded directly through the power of the rules in the book. This will not only prevent cheating, but also reduce favor points.

Even if you are backed by a wealthy family, you will never bribe the examiner to give you a high score without directly getting the correct answer. This is also one of the good things that the "Fang Zhe" version of Wang Mang did, directly giving the bottom class of this society We ensure maximum fairness for students from disadvantaged backgrounds.

Fang Zhe quickly finished the multiple-choice questions, and when it came time to fill in the blanks, he did not choose to skip the round last year, but carefully polished it in this world for a year.

So most of these questions are very simple, but a few questions are very abstract.There is even a word trap for one question. If you read a dead book, you may not be able to answer it right by following the book. Fortunately, Fang Zhe lived in the era of information explosion, and word games are not worth mentioning in his eyes.

However, this is just the simplest child's test, and it does not test the specific issues of governing the country and governing the local area. Fang Zhe's father, Fang Yun, failed several times, but fell on top of the classics and strategies of the scholar test.

Writing with a brush is not as good as using a gel pen. It was not until noon that Fang Zhe could finish all the multiple choice fill-in-the-blank questions. The sun after winter seemed like a light in the refrigerator.

It didn't bring a trace of warmth. After rubbing his somewhat stiff hand, Fang Zhe put down the pen and had to prepare to eat. Losing the physical strength of a warrior, this feeling of weakness was really uncomfortable.

After taking out the kettle from the bookcase, even the kettle was slightly cold due to the cold weather. There were layers of ice floes floating on it. After shaking it vigorously for a few times, he got cold water and ate three meatloaf in a row before Fang Zhe stopped. down.

After eating, Fang Zhe didn't choose to do a question. After standing up and moving around in the small room for a while, Fang Zhe sat down at the table again.

The rest of the questions do not involve any text traps, you just need to fill in the answers step by step, first the poems and songs of the saints, then the wise sayings they said, and a certain paragraph of the book.

In the academy, the manuscripts of the works of the saints are all free to read. Coupled with Fang Zhe's abnormal memory, he can answer these questions almost fluently.

Even the invigilators standing not far from Fang Zhe's window were surprised by Fang Zhe's speed. This boy's strength is too strong.

In the past, after noon, the boys would not choose to continue answering questions, but would choose to take a lunch break for about half an hour to relax and continue answering questions.

This idiot didn't even need to rest, he just fought with fatigue. However, there were rules before the college exam. During the exam, the invigilator could only speak out unless there were questions in the exam or there was cheating. Otherwise, he wanted to go over and mention Fang Zhe and Liang. sentence.

After answering all the questions, Fang Zhe put down his brush and rubbed his sore wrist.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two gongs sounded just in time, and Fang Zhe immediately knew that it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

Thanks to Wang Mang's series of reforms, the Han Dynasty has now fully followed the new calendar developed by Wang Mang. A day is 24 hours, and each day is divided into two twelve o'clock, because the new time unit is only half of an hour. , so it is called the hour, and the hour is the big hour.After all, numbers are more convenient than words. Like cursive script, it was very popular in the army where every second counts, and then gradually spread among the people.

Fang Zhe checked carefully for an hour, there was no blemish or typo, and he answered all the test questions correctly.

For the remaining hour, he was a little bit in trouble. The topic of Wing Chun was neither big nor small, but according to the meaning above.

It is definitely necessary to write a poem that depicts the gorgeous picture of the spring morning and implies the arrival of spring after winter.

So Fang Zhe listed the conditions in his mind. First of all, this poem must rhyme with one of the four rhymes.

Fang Zhe picked and chose among the poems in his memory, and chose Han Yu's "Early Spring Shows the Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water", a seven-character verse.

Instead of answering directly on the scroll, Fang Zhe picked up a piece of scrap paper, and Fang Zhe planned to write it out first. If he wrote it on the scroll, he would have no regrets, and there was no need to change it.

"The light rain on the Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the grass looks like it is far away, but it is not close. It is the best spring of the year"

After writing this, Fang Zhe suddenly stopped writing.

Just as Fang Zhe was writing this poem on paper, a group of Tongsheng teachers and scholars suddenly stood up on the row of the examination room center.

In the eyes of literati, the literary power in the sky is drawn down like a funnel, accompanied by low voices that are difficult for ordinary people to detect, the literary power recites poems instead!
Everyone looked at each other and laughed, and everyone could see the deep joy in each other's eyes.

Since Wang Mang's rebellion in the Han Dynasty, it has been a long time since there has been such a cultural riot. It was unexpected that a small boy would break this record.

A Tongsheng teacher who knew the distribution of the examination room turned to Yang Can and said with a smile: "Congratulations, your talent is soaring. The completion of this poem is at least the result of five buckets of talent. Master Yang has picked up another good seedling."

Yang Shen also happily stroked his beard and said happily: "Where, where, this kid has talent himself, I just got him into the door."

Listening to the two singing together, the county magistrate Wei Shi sitting next to him turned green. There is no need to guess who wrote this poem. It must be Fang Zhe, the son of Fang Yun. , that's Shangda Tianting, which is equivalent to having fame.

If I was going to send someone to assassinate him, once I was caught by this Yang Shen, please ask the Holy Father, then it would be over.

Wei Shi's heart was flustered immediately, he didn't act harshly before, but in the end, he really planted a disaster.

While he was thinking, the literati who had stood up sat down on their chairs in despair.

"It's a pity that your talent has faded." Tong Sheng, who had spoken before, finished speaking and sat down in despair.

Yang Shen sighed, "It's a pity."

Seeing this picture, Wei Shi couldn't understand it, and couldn't help but secretly feel relieved, this Fang Zhe is really still young, there has been no such poem in the Han Dynasty for hundreds of years, how could it appear in the little Tongsheng, This Yangshen old dog is just wishful thinking.

Fang Zhe, who was sitting in the small examination room, was lost in thought.

The wonderful sentence in the whole poem is the "grass looks far away, but there is nothing near".Just imagine: in early spring and February, in the north, when icicles are still hanging on the treetops and under the eaves, where is spring?Not even a shadow.

If we only talk about this idea, it must be in line with the current situation. However, the first and last sentences are a bit inconsistent. This poem is certainly a good poem, but it does not fit the current situation. .

The poem says that after a light rain, the next day, you see, spring is here.The rainy feet walked gently across the earth, leaving the imprint of spring, that is, the first spring grass buds emerged, looking from a distance, it was hazy, as if there was a very light and very light green color.

But it's not raining now, no, no.

After scribbling out the poem with a brush, Fang Zhe meditated again.

Suddenly a poem jumped into Fang Zhe's eyes.

Without thinking too much, I didn't choose to write on the draft paper, and just tore through the test paper.

spring dawn.

Chunmian doesn't realize it,
Smell birds singing everywhere;
The sound of wind and rain at night,
How many flowers fall.

One of the famous works of Meng Haoran, a famous poet in Tang Dynasty.

The whole poem is written in one go, and the talent bursts out like a fountain.

Fang Yun immediately felt a warm air rushing out of the examination paper, and a thick beam of light poured directly into the cloud court. Even the literary power barrier formed by Han Feizi could not block the transmission of this force.

Immediately afterwards, pillars of light slowly fell from the air one after another until it became a pillar of light about 1.8 meters high.

Talented!Poetry into Dazhou!
As the beam of light violently crashed into Fang Zhe's body, Fang Zhe's eyes widened suddenly.

strength!The strength has been restored, and the strength of the tenth rank has been restored!
No, this is not the power of the body, but the power of talent!
Driven by this beam of light, Fang Zhe suddenly discovered that he could actually look inside, and all the divine literary power was accumulated in the middle of his forehead.

Fang Zhe felt a little itchy in his body. With the power pouring into his body, even the hidden injuries from the previous crazy training gradually improved, and the flow of power became faster until he healed.

"It's a god-given title. It's the first time a god-given title has appeared since Emperor Qin burned the book. The god-given child is appointed by a sage, and he can directly reach the tenth rank!"

At the same time that the poem was completed, Yang Shen, who was still sitting on the chair with his head down, almost jumped up, ignoring the pain from his old waist, and shouted!
"This..." Teacher Tong Sheng next to him was speechless.

Wei Shi, with a look of decay, muttered to himself: "Heaven-given boy, god-given boy, this is almost a surefire reserve for a scholar. If he becomes a god-given scholar, he must be at least the strength of the seventh rank."

Even the captain of the Shenwu Guard, who had been sitting in his chair despite the collapse of Mount Tai without changing his expression, stood up from his chair in excitement.

"God-given childbirth!"

Before the unification of the Qin Dynasty, there was still a way to go to become a literati, but with Qin Huang's actions, now, the promotion path of literati is almost locked.

Tongsheng may not represent anything, but God-given Tongsheng is of great significance, which is equivalent to opening a bright road for scholars all over the world.

Scholars who walk out of this path in the future, when they see Fang Zhe, they have to call him a teacher!

Ordinary Tongsheng are just "disciples of all saints", but Tianci Tongsheng is "Student of Heaven", which has an extraordinary meaning, which is equivalent to the same disciples as the saints.

Everyone who knew the inside story was trembling with excitement. This time, Tianliang County, no, the whole Liangzhou might be famous.

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(End of this chapter)